That's what amazon.com says:

"Jeremy Thrane seems to have everything. As the long-time boyfriend of the handsome (but deeply closeted) movie star Ted Masterson, he lives rent-free in a beautiful apartment on the top floor of Ted's Manhattan brownstone and has an easy job that gives him plenty of time to read books and write his novel. When an influential gossip columnist overhears Jeremy talking about Ted, Jeremy's perfect world begins to crumble: in just a few hours Ted asks him to leave. Although Ted says he needs to spend more time with his wife and daughter, Jeremy suspects another man is involved.
With little more than his books, his sprawling manuscript, and his fickle little bird Juanita, Jeremy finds that he needs to re-connect with the eccentric family whose love he has taken for granted, and determine which of his friends have his true well-being in mind. In a dizzying world of art galleries, rock clubs, trendy restaurants, casual sex, dry wit, and drier martinis, Jeremy Thrane must finally figure out what it means to grow up and fall in love."

Well, neither Jeremy nor the story managed to charm me though I was well inklined to do so. Both seemed to go nowhere and there were several aspects which positively threw me off Jeremy and his story.
Plus: I couldn't help but feel uneasy with a female writer putting on the skin of a male man (which has hardly bothered me with authors before). I'd love to hear a (gay) male perspective on this book!

The book arrived safely in today's mail - many thanks! I see you didn't care for the book all that much; will have to see whether or not I agree after I've read it. Stay tuned...

Well, I'd have to agree that the book's a bit underwhelming; it seemed awfully bland to me, and while aspects of it rang true enough, it didn't involve me very much. (When the high point of the book is the moment when Jeremy finally cleans his room, you might guess that this is not a particularly intense story {grin}.) There were some entertaining bits, such as when Jeremy is musing over Middlemarch; while I did not care to hear how many times he'd dropped his copy in the bathtub (or his general habit of dismantling books he was fond of!), his comments about Eliot's depiction of Rosamond were interesting, and it was nice to see fictional characters who discussed books at all. But it was all so... bland. (I don't know if the problem was due to the author being female; I didn't find her female characters any more interesting than the male ones!)

The basic plot - aimless man is dumped by lover and must get on with his life - has been used often, with variations; in this case the lover-as-closeted-movie-star promises to add some tension, but the resolution - while not unbelievable - is anticlimactic. In the kept-boy-learns-to-look-after-himself variation I'd recommend Robert Rodi's Kept Boy or Chris Kenry's Can't Buy Me Love instead, and in the romantic-comedy variation I find Louis Bayard's Fool's Errand a much more involving and entertaining book.

RELEASE NOTES:

[Well, I just had to release a book at the YagoMeet, didn't I?]
I plan to release this in the restaurant at about 4 pm on Saturday; if any other BookCrossers who happen to be there at the time are interested in the book this may be a very short release {grin}, but otherwise I'll leave it in the wild.

*** Later: I believe this book was one of those taken by a curious customer, after some encouragement from BCer annulla. (She opted not to be photographed, so imagine her seated to the right and just outside camera range, talking to YagoBCN and Eli.)